Let’s talk about stealing. No, let’s. We’ll do this together and then- If you want to call stealing the memory of a moment, then you can be one and the same as. As what? A shower is hot. The steam rises. I try and not look. You are pressing and against the wall showing. The steam can’t hide all. I watch the drain. Swirls find me finally.
An entire race of peoples core values, their language, their laughter, their spiritual practices … stolen. forcibly taken. greed breeds murder. the soul is empty.
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Well written- have you thought of posting that?
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